Page 136 of A Bond so Fierce and Fragile

“You are fucking perfect.” Merrick reached out a hand and touched her cheek when she stilled before him. “Every inch of you is perfect. You’re the goddess, Lessia. Not them. No one else but you.”

He believed it. This golden-dipped female was not of this world. She couldn’t be, not when all this world was pain and cruelty and she was kindness and light and perfection.

She didn’t shy away from his roving eyes.

Her chin only lifted higher, her lips curling a little bit more, and Merrick didn’t bite down on the grin spreading across his face.

“Good girl,” he rasped, so damned proud of her, and just a bit proud of himself to see her believe his words.

Lessia’s eyes heated as she stared back at him, and he smiled wider as he dropped to his knees before her.

The shiver jerking her body was everything he wanted to see.

“You like this?” He tilted his head upward, watching as her cheeks colored.

Merrick’s low laugh rumbled through the room. “Of course you do. My little fighter likes her man on his knees before her. Likes to see him serve her like the goddess she is.”

She actually moaned, and he hadn’t even touched her.

“Yes,” Merrick continued, feeling his balls tighten when he could smell her responding to his words. “Do you want to hear that I’d do anything for you? Do you want to hear that I’m going to fuck you in this place, making the gods of our world watch as I please you, as I submit to your every command?”

Lessia squirmed before him, and he had to clench his hands not to touch her.

Not yet.

“I am going to fuck you until you’re screaming my name so loudly these fucking mirrors threaten to break. But first…” Merrick fixed his eyes on her beautiful pussy hidden by the white silk. “First, I am going to taste you. I am going to commit every swirl of your pussy to memory.”

“Please, Merrick,” she whimpered, and it was all he needed to hear.

“You don’t need to beg. Never for me.” Merrick didn’t let her respond as he pressed her thighs wide, making sure she stood steady before he trailed a finger down her stomach, hovering right above the white silk.

“I want to rip these apart,” Merrick growled. “They’re in my way.”

He hooked his finger under her panty line, pulling it out and letting it snap back, eliciting another cry from Lessia.

Those fucking sounds made him nearly spill right into his trousers.

“Maybe I should,” Merrick mused when Lessia squirmed again, trying to press her legs together for some release, although she didn’t fight him too much when he refused her. “I like the idea of you walking around without them. Knowing that I can slip my hand down at any moment and touch the pussy that’s always wet for me.”

“Merrick,” she whined.

“But I won’t. At least not today.”

He really did struggle not to rip the innocent fabric apart. Because while Lessia was kind and sweet and light, she wasn’t innocent, and he loved how she responded to his dirty words. How she gave him as much back.

“Fuck,” he swore when his cock pulsated and he used a hand to adjust it.

Not that it helped when Lessia followed the hand with fucking hunger in her eyes.

He couldn’t wait anymore. Merrick didn’t give her a warning as he roughly yanked her underwear aside, sinking his mouth into her pink pussy, one hand sliding around to grab her ass and the other shoving her thighs even wider.

He groaned as her flavors flooded his mouth.

“You taste so fucking good,” he growled against her shaking pussy, using his tongue to lap at her folds, then switching to move in circles over her clit.

His little fighter responded exactly as he’d known she would.

She wrapped her hands in his hair and pulled at it, crying out with each steady swipe of his tongue.